The Exit
by Hermelinda Hernandez Monjaras
I need you to believe me.
I was made in the image of
our rapist. I exchange each
constellation above my chest. I
drink from the chalice engraved
with your cock that is older than
memory. I find a man who delivers
daffodils to a python. You and I eat
from the dark of its heart. I uncoil
my final goodbye. She says the exit
to life is through the body. I say
the body remembers twelve knots.